Novel & Cerita Ashryver Eyes

Asher He surveyed the room once again, making sure that he’d cleaned up all the blood. The overwhelming smell was bleach, but he knew it would dissipate soon enough with the open window. He pulled the door closed behind him and headed back to his house. His eyes resembled slate; the gray was a dark and dangerous color. His face was void of emotion, like something inside of him had once been bruised and scarred but was now broken. The sun had broken through the darkness on the horizon, and the sky bore glorious shades of fiery reds and oranges as it mixed with the dark clouds that promised rain.

Asher also jumps down and slip back his sword to the sword holder behind his body's back. He is standing in front of Athena with a bare hand. Since Athena's eyes are not changing color, it's OK to fight her with an empty hand. But, do not even think to attack her when she changes her eyes color. It's only a death wish if he tries to do that when she's in 'gin' mode. Athena smiles and shakes her head. "You really like to be slash by me, aren't you?" Asher smirk hearing that. "I think I do. Is it a kink?"

Ashton lost his patience entirely. Lucia and Karl felt like they got a heart attack at that very instant. Karl mumbled something in his mouth that sounded like begging for another chance. But it was not clear because he was too shocked by Ashton's threat. Meanwhile, Lucia who was now looked visibly terrified towards Ashton immediately faced Ashley again properly this time. She locked her eyes with Ashley. Her body shuddered a bit and her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. It felt truly satisfying for Ashley to see her like that.

I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, and I couldn't wake up. Asher's eyes met mine, and I saw a flash of concern. But Arlo's gaze was unreadable, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I felt like I was caught between two worlds, and I didn't know which way to turn. As I approached Arlo, I forced a smile and asked, "Ehm, what would you like to order, sir?" I tried to maintain my composure, but my eyes kept darting toward Asher, who seemed to be watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. I continued to serve the glasses at the opposite table, trying not to make a scene.

“You don’t get to make silly assumptions about my life. I’ll let you go because it’s your first time, but I promise you, the next time you try this, I won’t play nice.” My heart jackhammered, but it wasn’t just fear. His eyes—those damned green eyes—held me captive, stirring a memory I’d buried deep. A dark street, a screeching car, my mother’s scream, and those same green eyes glinting in the shadows before the world shattered. My notebook slipped from my fingers, pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. Zane’s gaze flicked to my lips, a flicker of something raw flashing across his face. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d close the gap, but he stepped back, his cold mask slamming into

"Grandpa, I want to go to the other side to see Lulu. Won't you let me do it? I want to be buried with her. Can you help me talk to her parents?" Lawrence's face turned ashen, his steely features cold with an intimidating anger. He grabbed Simon and dragged him to the front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on his face. "Look at what you've become! Out of all the grandsons of the Fulmer family, you're the most useless one!" Simon stiffly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The man in the reflection resembled a zombie with hollowed cheeks and lifeless eyes. A gloomy, somber energy surrounded him.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

How could it not be when she was tied up, gagged, naked and terrified of me? I hear a twig snap to my right and see Avery, yeah just the bitch I don’t want to see. “Hey Quinn I see you're alone. Did you finally come to your senses and kicked that bitch to the curb?” Ash pushes forward to the point of growing claws and fangs. I’m not even going to try and stop him if he tries to rip Avery apart. “Never talk about our blue-eye Angel like that. You can leave now.” Ash stepped back letting Avery know that she wasn’t worth any more of his time.

He narrowly escaped capture countless times—until the day he caught my scent and found his way to my father. Asher is unique. He has one pale blue eye like mine and one storm-grey eye like Leo’s. From a distance, the contrast is subtle, but when you catch it—it's striking. His dark hair has a few lazy curls, and his dimpled smile paired with that mischievous glint in his eye commands attention. Which he loves being the eldest. Any chance to boss about his siblings makes him smile.

The anger was gone from his voice, replaced by something I couldn't quite place. I kept rubbing the balm onto my skin. The silver scars looked ghastly in the moonlight. "Seraphina’s hand is badly injured. The healers say she may never use that hand again." He added, "That was cruel, Elara." I stopped, setting the jar down before rising to face him. "Cruel?" "She's just a nineteen-year-old girl!" "She had a memory crystal of my greatest shame!" My voice started to shake. "Those images, Kaelen! Those damn images! How did she get them?"